Jim had started his real estate business 5 years before and had become very successful in the business. He had made a name for himself in commercial real estate and had a reputation as a tough negotiator. He had just come back from showing a strip mall to a group of four investors.

They were all lawyers in their early 30s, looking to diversify their investments. They had expressed a lot of interest in Jim’s property. It was in a prime location, an upscale area of town. The only problem they had with it was the price. Jim was asking 2.2 million for the property.

The lawyers were offering 1.8 million. Jim had purchased the land for 400,000, with construction and improvements, his total investment had been 1.4 million. If he sold the property for 1.8, he would make a fair profit after paying off his bank note, but if he could get them closer to his 2.2 price, he was in fat city.

The five men went back to Jim’s posh office. They were sitting around discussing price, and Jim couldn’t seem to get the others to budge. But that was okay. Jim had yet to use his secret weapon! He was sure that he would still get his price.

Jim went over to his desk and pressed a button, paging his secretary. “Brenda, could you come in here, please? I think our guests could use some refreshments.”

The office door opened, and Jim’s secretary, Brenda, entered. She was stunningly beautiful: 5’9” tall, 38D-23-35, with long, straight, blond hair, and a beautiful “aristocratic” face. She was wearing a skin-tight black minidress that was scandalously short, black, seamed stockings, and a V-neck which showed off the tops of her big, full, firm breasts. “What can I do for you, sir?” she asked.

“We could all use something to drink, Brenda. What would you gentlemen like?” One of the lawyers spoke up. “A cold beer would be fine, thanks.”

Brenda swished over to the small refrigerator built into the bookcase. She knew the effect she had on men, and she loved it. She also knew what was expected of her. She bent down to get some cold beers out of the fridge, as her short skirt slid up her thighs, letting the men see that she was wearing a garter belt with her stockings. The men shot appreciative glances to each other. She turned around and brought over the beers, glasses, and coasters on a small tray.

The four clients were sitting on an L-shaped leather sofa. Jim was sitting across from them in an over-stuffed leather chair. He watched their faces as she bent down to put a beer in front of each of them, letting them see down the top of her dress as she did so. Jim noticed the bulges in the other men’s crotches stir as they undressed her with their eyes.

Brenda was Jim’s secret weapon! She had an amazing ability to make men lose their train of thought during negotiations, making them think with the wrong head.

Brenda had started to work for Jim 3 years ago when he was just starting out in the real estate business, and she was 20 years old, fresh from secretary school. She had been an excellent worker, keeping things Jim’s office running smoothly and earning herself several good raises.

Even though she was an excellent worker, Jim never stopped fantasizing about her. And why not! She was every man’s fantasy come true. She was a very beautiful woman, with full, sensuous lips, a perfect Roman nose, wide, set blue eyes, full breasts, long legs, and supple hips. Jim had had fantasy after fantasy involving Brenda. One day, he decided that he had to make a move, even if it meant losing a great secretary. He had to take a chance.

He had kept her late one night, typing up some contracts and correspondence. At nine o’clock, he had suggested that since he had kept her late, it was only fair that he buy her dinner. At dinner, they had talked about the business, cars, preferences in music, the usual small talk. Then Jim started to steer the conversation so that Brenda started to talk about herself.

He asked her if she had a boyfriend, and she said that she had had one, but they had broken up a few months ago. Jim had asked her why, and she just looked down and quietly said, “because of sex.” Jim was crushed; here he was with the woman of his dreams, and she was a prude!

Jim ordered a fourth round of drinks. Brenda was really starting to loosen up. If he wasn’t going to score, maybe he could get her to tell her story; then at least he could go home and beat his meat.

“You don’t like sex?” he had asked. “Oh no!” She had laughed.

“That’s not it at all! I love sex.”

“Then what was the problem?” Brenda told her story.

She and her boyfriend, Bob, had gone steady for about a year. They had had sex often, and she had found it satisfying, but lacking something; she wasn’t sure what. Bob had taken her to a fraternity party at his college. They had a live band and kegs of beer, and she and Bob had had a lot of fun, dancing and drinking, and having a generally good time.

Around 2:00 AM they had ended up in the basement of the frat house, playing drinking games, laughing, and joking. One of the brothers had brought up the idea of watching some adult movies on the TV. This had met with great approval of all of the people there, except a couple of the women, who left in disgust.

Brenda had found herself in a very wired situation. Here she was about to watch porno movies with about 25 people, most of them college men. The idea had turned her on tremendously. Bob hadn’t seemed real keen on the idea and asked her if she wanted to leave; she had told him to relax and have some fun.